Qing Hua (青花)

March passes by, willow catkins fall, lovers are in a hurry.

My love remains unmoved by the wind.

Rereading yesterday, there's still warmth in the dust-covered thoughts.

In a daze, we are already worlds apart.

Regrets cannot be spoken; suddenly my heart contracts.

Holding tightly to the Qinghua token.

Upholding the promise.

Departures are always endured in disappointment.

Memory ointment is applied repeatedly.

A wound that cannot heal.

Your glance back has cut through the silence.

That night of reunion put an end to wandering; you once came back.

We are both in pain, having forgotten each other yet remaining.

Just because of yesterday, kindness and stubbornness, we injure each other.

Shattering the token cancels the next life.

Regrets cannot be spoken; suddenly my heart contracts.

Holding tightly to the Qinghua token, upholding the promise.

Departures are always endured in disappointment.

Memory ointment is applied repeatedly, a wound that cannot heal.

Your glance back has cut through the silence.

Holding tightly to the Qinghua token, carving loneliness.

It's just like me, a soul without a master.

Entangled in the past, feeling inexplicably saddened, shattering something no one can take away.

You and I, a dream that cannot be awakened.

Holding tightly to the Qinghua token, upholding the promise.

Departures are always endured in disappointment.

Memory ointment is applied repeatedly, a wound that cannot heal.

Your glance back has cut through the silence.

Holding tightly to the Qinghua token, carving loneliness.

It's just like me, a soul without a master.

Entangled in the past, feeling inexplicably saddened, shattering something no one can take away.

You and I, a dream that cannot be awakened.